Hate me, Miss Witch!

The next moment, as if she had made up her mind, she leaned down once more and kissed Shiayar's lips, as light as a dragonfly skimming water.

After all this, Enola finally raised her head again.

She looked towards Silvia on the second floor and spoke coolly, "I'm sorry for letting Lady Silvia witness the daily life between Student Shiayar and me."

My dear Ennie, before you say that, could you manage your expression a little better?

Shiayar extricated himself from the forced lap-pillow situation and sat up on the couch.

Gazing at the golden-haired girl before him, whose icy voice contrasted with the unmistakable blush on her fair face, Shiayar couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

While he was grateful for Silvia's assist that allowed him to enjoy the double benefit of Ennie's favor, he truly couldn't stand it anymore.

It's embarrassing, too embarrassing.

The 'tsundere' label becoming synonymous with 'defeated rival' wasn't without reason.

"Is that so?"

"Then Miss Enola is indeed fortunate."

The slender golden script that materialized out of thin air seemed to become lighter and more vibrant, picking up on Enola's actions.

Clearly, Silvia hadn't been certain that what she took was Shiayar's first, but Enola's response had given her an answer.

The Gray-Silver Witch walked down the stairs from the second floor, her silver eyes scanning the mansion's furnishings and furniture meticulously.

Of course, Shiayar's bedroom commanded most of her attention.

For a Throne Level Beastmaster, multitasking with her spiritual power was simple. While Enola was not yet back at the mansion, Silvia had sat beside the pristine bed, watching the youth's sleeping face and memorizing everything in the room.

"What is Lady Silvia doing?" Enola couldn't help but ask.

Even though she knew she was confronting a Legendary, the Black Lily District house was, in Enola's eyes, her and Shiayar's private space.

Yet now, watching Silvia survey the house as if she owned it, Enola felt a displeasure, as if her possessions were being taken over by an outsider.

The golden script appeared in The Void.

"I am familiarizing myself with this mansion, of course."

"After all, in the days to come, I will visit this place more often."

Shiayar caught the message in Silvia's words. "You plan to visit often in the future?"

"Hmm, I will be residing in Camelot from now on."

"How come..."

The Gray-Silver Witch looked at Shiayar, a hint of a smile in her eyes.

"Do you not welcome me, Brother Shiayar?"

...

"How could that be possible?" Shiayar shook his head, denying firmly.

What a joke.

Since Silvia had already confessed her feelings to him in the Spirit Realm, she was, in Shiayar's eyes, already his.

The kind he wished he could have by his side at all times.

"But there will be a lot of resistance, won't there?" Shiayar pondered. "The White Tower won't have any objections? News of your awakening can't be hidden for long; it will soon spread across the entire Western Continent."

"And the Empire, too, might not accept it—a Legendary figure who is not aligned with their forces, especially a Throne among Legendaries, is easily feared."

"Does that matter?" Silvia tilted her head slightly, her soft silver hair falling gently.

"The original White Tower was nothing more than a tomb I built for myself, to bury my own body."

"Now, the White Tower in my heart has crumbled, yet the real White Tower still stands tall. I never imagined it would become a home and aspiration for countless people."

"But none of that concerns me; I have no desire to be the master of a powerful faction."

"To me, the only reason I remain in this world is simply because of you, Brother Shiayar."

"As for the White Tower, I believe Isveytan and the others will handle everything."

Shiayar thought for a moment, just about to speak again.

But then, he felt a chill emanating from the blonde girl beside him.

The air froze in an instant, sealing the words Shiayar wanted to say.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Just then, knocking sounds came from the distant door, breaking the deathly silence inside the mansion.

Shiayar breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll get the door."

He swiftly rose from the sofa and fled from the living room where the air had become tense.

For him at that moment, whoever it was at the door was a much-appreciated distraction.

But soon, Shiayar found he might have celebrated too early.

Behind the door stood a young girl dressed in a black and crimson military uniform.

Even more striking was her noble and commanding presence, which unconsciously made people overlook her age and appearance.

The Second Princess of the Fresta Empire—Isadella von Freysberg.

"This is our first face-to-face encounter, isn't it, my Swordbearer?"

As Shiayar opened the door, a faint smile appeared on Isadella's expressionless and delicate face. She waved her hand, dismissing the Attendants in military uniforms behind her.

"Won't you invite me in to sit?"

「...」

Thick smoke rose from the dark chimney of the mansion's roof.

Within the brightly lit room, the aroma of cooking wafted out.

The dinner hour had long passed, but the banquet hosted earlier by the Borgia family had ended abruptly, leaving both sides unsatisfied.

This wasn't a world where one could easily fast and cultivate; below Legendary, no one could avoid eating.

Although Isadella possessed Legendary combat power, even capable of directly challenging the veteran Legendary Guderian, her rank was actually quite delicate. If one were to truly consider it, she had not yet stepped into Legendary status.

And while Silvia was already of Throne Level, she was the first to nod when Shiayar suggested having a meal.

At Isadella's command, an assortment of the freshest ingredients from all over the Western Continent were brought to Shiayar's home one after another. These ingredients were preserved with thermal Magic Conductors.

Shiayar and Enola took charge of the cooking, with Shiny, Silver, and Crimson assisting as per the old rules.

As Pet Beast companions in tune with Shiayar's heart, they sympathized with his current Shura Field situation and worked exceptionally hard.

Dishes were brought to the table one by one, and the warmth and fragrance of the food relaxed the previously frosty atmosphere by a good deal.

Indeed, if you want to win a woman's heart, you must first win her stomach.

Never had I been as grateful as I was today for the culinary skills I had inherited from my past life.

"Actually, I had guessed this day would come for you, Shiayar." While they cooked together, Enola looked at Shiayar and sighed. "I just can't accept that my long-awaited first kiss was taken by Her Excellency Silvia so easily."

She knew well that Shiayar's excellence would inevitably attract other women's notice.

Enola was also very aware of Shiayar's dream of writing the "Evaluation Guide to Customs of Exotic Tribes."

What upset her the most was not being Shiayar's first.

I was here first, after all. Whether it was meeting Shiayar, embracing him, or the lap pillow...

Enola felt somewhat gloomy. "So from now on, you have to make it up to me even more."

Shiayar shrugged, tossing the kitchen knife to Crimson.

Then he extended his arm, pulling the blonde girl in front of him into his embrace. "Actually, there's another first time that hasn't been taken, Ennie. Will you help me with it tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Shiayar immediately felt the soft body in his arms stiffen.

After a long moment, she lowered her eyes, turned her head away, and spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito's, "Let's wait until the wedding, and then..."

Sigh, tsundere.